Leon's eyes flew open. Head pounding, he found himself face down in the trim grass lining the road. The smell of the fresh-cut grass filled his nostrils and helped to clear his muddled head. Leon lay fifty feet away from where he'd sailed through the truck's windshield. He sat up, brushed himself off, and looked around.
The blockade of cars stood a hundred feet away. In the yellow beams of the headlights, Leon saw Jason, on a gurney, carried toward the open back of a large black van.
Leon quietly grasped the knife that protruded from his boot. He got to his feet, grimaced, and walked forward.
When he realized no one had noticed his approach, he gripped his knife tighter and began to run. The wind whipped around Leon's face as he shot forward toward the closest man.
The soldier grabbed his gun, shouted oaths, and began to fire.
Leon rolled away from the volley. Then he leaped onto the soldier.
The man died instantly. Leon pulled out his blade and— without even looking around—effortlessly picked up the corpse and held it in front of him. Bullets peppered the body. Blood flew in every direction.
ZIP!
ZIP!
Still holding the body for protection, Leon leaped sideways behind a truck. The bullets rang like bells against the side of the car. Leon threw the corpse down and took a holstered pistol from the dead man.
With both blade and gun, he leaped from behind the car and pulled the trigger.
BAM!
A man crumpled to the ground with a scream.
BAM!
ZIP!
ZIP!
ZIP!
Three bullets hit Leon's chest. Leon ignored them and fired at the man who had shot him. The man fell almost instantly to the ground. Leon put his fingers in the bullet holes in his shirt. He took out the crumpled pieces of metal that used to be the bullets. The projectiles had not even entered his skin. He grinned and pulled the trigger again, while he slashed the knife at a charging man.
BAM!
SLASH!
BAM!
CRASH!
All around him, windshields shattered. Men cowered behind cars in tears, cussing in pure terror. Leon roared, taking out another man.
A bullet slammed into his shoulder. Leon snarled like a wild animal.
He pulled the trigger again. The gun clinked. Empty.
Leon threw it down with a curse and picked up an Uzi off the ground. The gun erupted with a stream of bullets. Men fell.
Screams echoed.
BAM!
CRASH!
ZIP!
Then silence came—a cold, empty silence.
Looking around for more enemies, Leon threw down the Uzi and walked among the still-warm corpses. He calmly knelt beside Jason, sheathed his knife, and checked for a pulse. He felt a strong one.
With one arm, Leon picked up Jason. He laid the kid in the passenger seat in the nearest non-mutilated car. He turned the engine on and left it idling.
He ran to the crumpled and shattered frame of his truck. He gathered everything that wasn't damaged, including his laptop, and loaded his stuff in the backseat of the car.
Moments later, Leon rushed down the road, going eighty, with Jason strapped in the backseat.
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FUTURITY
ActionJason used to have an ordinary life. He used to have parents. He used to have a lot of things, but not anymore. Wanted for his supernatural gifts, Jason is on the run. Desperate, he joins forces with Leon, a dangerous man with a dark past, and Rach...
